“I’m turning on the KLEOS now, Cid.”
“Roger that, Mihri. Reading the KLEOS as active.”
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply and evenly. All around her, the cockpit of the warmachina was lit up with holographic screens reporting on every aspect of her surroundings, but none of that mattered right now. The hairpin-like device on her forehead was warm, and she could feel it guiding her toward the familiar mental state of the Echo.
Hear… Feel… That wasn’t it. She needed to go deeper. The machine was thrumming above her, below her, around her, like a living being. Focus on its heart, Cid had said, and your own will follow. She let herself sink into it.
The thrumming was inside her, now, and she opened her eyes, raised her hand, and saw the metal fingers flex as she moved them. She turned her head to the side and looked towards the catwalk at eye level. Cid and the other Ironworks technicians were so small compared to her now. “I’ve got it,” she said.
A complete rewrite of the Sorrows of Werlyt questline, focusing on Milisandia and the other pilots.
Milisandia blinked at Avilina. “The eikon-slayer and… an Ala Mhigan military commander want to take me shopping?” She still couldn’t quite believe she had woken up in Avilina’s inn room instead of an Eorzean prison, no matter what promises the head of the Ironworks (the long-lost Cid nan Garlond?) had made. Even though she had surrendered after the Overmind shut down, she was still (had still been?) a Garlean senior technician, Milisandia kir Squamatus, and had piloted a warmachina with full intent to attack Ala Mhigo.